While the thought had occurred to him, Donatello wasn't so eager to go inflicting pain on himself and using the knife had never crossed his mind. "Wait, what are you-" he starts, though he already figures it out even before she's cut a neat little line. He can only go by her response, a confirmation dashing any remaining hopes that there might yet be a way out of this.

The turtle teen sucks in a breath between his teeth, rolling his shoulders back as he nods. Back into the fight it is, then. "Thankfully they don't seem to be trained fighters, but that also makes them dangerous in how unpredictable their movements are," he nods, making mental note of her advice. "We don't need to beat them, we just need to slow them down. If you still have any of the cure on you, use it if you find an opening."

Having someone on the same page as him at least helps to calm him. She's right. They can do it together. They didn't really have much choice.

"Xiaohu?" Donatello blinks up at her before giving her a nod as he commits it to memory. "Okay."

He hops up onto the ledge beside her. "Time for round two."